They started worrying about me…. that’s all they did. They
had a right to, though, didn’t they?
No.
They didn’t need to know anything. Always prying. Always
asking, “ Are you okay?” or “ What’s wrong Robin?”. They just wouldn’t leave me
the fuck alone.
I could take care of myself. I’ve proved that. I’ve proved
that to all of them.
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